I Wasn’t Born Lucky

After a short horror, Park Xiu-jin deliberately opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but the first syllable had not yet been exported. Xiao Li, standing opposite her, directly grabbed her mouth with her hand - of course, he did not directly touch the name. The lips of the neighboring country's reincarnation, but a little distance.

After stopping Park Xiujin from committing taboos, Xiao Li let go of his hand and he made a mouth shape: sorry.

This is also one of the difficulties of the task prompt to "keep silent". Normal people are used to talking. In some unexpected moments, such as being frightened or when the teammates are just dead, it is easy for the reincarnation to forget this taboo. speak.

Park Xiujin just passed a circle from the death line. She was not a person who was not interested. She soon wanted to understand the cause and effect. After that, she was afraid to stick her lips with scotch tape.

Shimizu put his taskbook on his chest. He considered the words and searched for the appropriate vocabulary in his own language library. Finally, he wrote an English word correctly: [seriously? 】

Sherlock, are you serious?

Xiao Li thought about it and wrote: [Cheat what you do? If you can't decide, go there and see? 】

Shimizu and Lance exchanged a line of sight. He still can't fully trust Sherlock himself—especially his behavior seems to be different from ordinary people, in case this person wants to trick them into desperation, and A net is exhausted?

Lance lowered his eyes and looked at his own cross. He did not feel the fluctuation of evil spirits for a while. He hesitated for a few seconds and chose to nod.

The rest of the teammates also expressed their attitude. Without the goal, they did not object to seeing there.

Xiao Li led the way in the front, and the other reincarnations followed each other with defenses. They watched the surrounding and clenched their props.

Clear water is far from Xiao Li, and he is almost alongside him. When he walks, he splits a part of his mind and observes Xiao Li. He is very interested in Sherlock.

According to his experience, anyone who is ridiculous in this kind of behavior can live so far and must have a big secret.

If you can't talk, you can't write too much when you walk. Qingshui wants to talk to him directly and talk about his ideals.

A few minutes away, the reincarnation was refreshed, the subconscious slowed down, stepped through the threshold, and walked into the hall.

The scene inside the mourning hall is exactly like that described by Xiao Li. The white scorpion symbolizing death flows with the wind at the door. The black plaque stands on the high platform, and the most horrible coffin appears. Something funny.

The coffin board is tightly closed, not only that, but also a chair on the top, the card is just right, so that the chair will not fall.

Xiao Li looked at his masterpiece and took out Xiao Huang Ben and wrote it in awkward way: [It is still inside, or it can't push the weight of the coffin board and the chair, or it will be afraid to forcibly open the coffin board. Make a sound and provoke a peep of luck. 】

Shimizu looked at the jargon he wrote, and then licked the coffin board. For the first time, he had the urge to laugh.

Ak47 pulled out his gun. He pointed at the coffin board and slammed it down halfway to prevent the other side from attacking.

If it is an ordinary person, you may be worried about the sound of the bullet. But the ak47 gun is a special item inscribed in the circle, with a silent enchantment, no need to worry about this.

Xiao Li asked everyone quite democratically: [How do you want to let it out? 】

[If you want to do a sound test, do you want to use the volume of your phone to test? 】 Clear water measured for a moment, asked actively, [but there will be uncontrollable factors, if the volume difference between people and ghosts can be misleading. 】

[Then let it go out and ask. 】 Xiao Lidao.

Clear water: [No, wait--]

Sherlock, the extra release of ghosts is also one of the uncontrollable range!

However, Xiao Li’s movements were very fast, and Shimizu was worried that he would make a sound. This led Xiao Li to take off the chair, put it back in place, and then remove the coffin board—

The dim light shines inside the coffin, making the ghost lying in the coffin realize that it has been released.

One hand, quietly on the edge of the coffin.

The skin of the hand is very dark and the owner of the hand should be very old.

The hand used a little effort to sit up from the coffin and get an old man.

It is very old and very old, its face is full of wrinkles, the flesh is loose and loose, and the whole body is stiff. It sits like a hard state, like a zombie.

Xiao Li wanted to go back and collect the opinions of his teammates, but other people have already retreated to the distance near the door with great crisis consciousness. He shrugged his shoulders and wrote a line on Xiaowan’s blank page: [You? 】

The ghost that recovered from the coffin looked at him with a sigh of relief. After half a mile, he put his hand back into the coffin and fumbled for a long time, and took a mirror from it.

The mirror is very round, and the mirror is engraved with beautiful patterns. It seems that it is a mysterious flying picture.

The coffin ghost can't write naturally. It doesn't talk. Instead, he touches the mirror like a lover's cheek. The mirror seems to have ripples of water. Then there is a line of words: [No name. 】

Xiao Li wrote down and said: [What are you doing here? 】

[I feel the breath of luck, this place should not be where you come, you are leaving quickly. 】

[The task is limited, can't go away, do you know what is going on here? 】

[I don't know,] the old man controls the mirror to show, [but I can do a divination for you, I can let you know what your future will be, whether you are born or dead. 】

There was a mysterious smile on his face: [Do you want to know? 】

Xiao Li screamed at the gang and sighed at the bangs that had fallen down because of his posture. Then he wrote: [You have been waiting in the coffin for so long, just to dedicate yourself to us for divination, that is really great. 】

The coffin ghost slowly turned his head and did not take care of Xiao Li. It lifted the mirror high and turned to the rest of the doormen: [...Do you dare? 】

Shimizu and others walked far away, and he gave real-time translations to other teammates who could not understand Chinese.

But the reincarnations have really responded, and the coffin ghost has made divination on his own.

[This is your future, it is irresistible. 】

The mirror trembled quickly, then automatically flew into the air, and the mirror played a silent picture like the head cg.

The first shot was Pu Xiujin.

What appeared in the picture was that Park Xiujin walked in the team, her face was serious, and the lipstick she had previously applied had disappeared completely, and her lips were white.

Park Xiu-jin apparently encountered something. She looked around and looked at her mouth with her left hand to prevent herself from making a sound.

Then the picture was black. When the light reappeared, Park Xiujin fell silently on the ground. Her lips were wide and her face was astonished. She seemed to see something unsatisfactory, but she could not say it.

In the coffin's prediction of the future, she died.

What follows is ak47.

There was no way of death in the mirror, only a scene appeared. In that picture, he died very badly, his hand. The gun fell to one side, the foot was a bullet of the ground, and he should be the face. Only a piece of flesh and blood is blurred.

He lost his face.

Then later it was Shimizu, Lance and others -

Every reincarnation died in the prophecy of the coffin.

Unexpectedly, when it was the turn of Thailand, there was only one arm in his picture, and he did not know whether he was dead or not, or he managed to escape the threat of death.

Xiao Li is the last one.

When the mirror shines toward Xiao Li, the picture that appeared at the beginning is the back of Xiao Li.

He walked on the street of the town, and he seemed to have a goal, walking briskly, and walking towards a family's home.

The angle of view in the mirror belongs to a ghost. It approaches it from a little behind Xiao Li. Just as it is about to reach out and meet each other, Xiao Li suddenly turns back and has a thousand hairs flying from his pocket. Come out and catch the ghost's blow.

And the next picture, there is a point of reversal.

There was a doll in the mirror to stop the ghost attack; a mobile phone was handed to a ghostly ghost, and the caller on the phone was a ghost call, and the **** Mary appeared. The blonde looks pretty ugly. I appeared in this mirror, then reached out and broke the mirror...

In the end, the picture in the mirror was gradually pulled away. There was a circle in the picture, and a man appeared in the circle.

The man's face is handsome, and the twilight is like a red gemstone with blood condensed. It is the Pudu Udulu Gou.

He didn't look good, floated in midair and looked at Xiao Li indifferently.

Then Puxiwudu Luo Gou seems to find something, he turned his head and looked straight at the mirror, picked up the red eyes -

The prophecy picture is fragmented.

The mirror floating in midair was shocked and fell straight into the hands of the coffin.

Pretending to be a coffin ghost: "..............."

- What is the origin of this person!

Among the reincarnations, the only exorcist, Lance, who recognized the **** of fraud, was caught in the shock of the worldview. He is the worshipper of the Western Church. No one is better than him. Know what it means to be a **** of fraud.

Why does Pusly Uduro Gou appear in the prophecy picture of the mirror?

If these language images are real, then this means that if Sherlock encounters the same danger, he really grasps some way of summoning the **** of fraud and can get the response of his old man...

Lance muttered in his heart: excuseme?

Has this world changed? Or Puyue Udulu Gou Yi wants to save Sherlock first, then kill him? This is in line with the character of the deceitful god...

Xiao Li looked around and looked around. He wrote a pen on Xiao Huangben and handed it to the coffin ghost: [This is your future, it can't resist. 】

Coffin ghost: "........."

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